"Louder," he said, "Tell me what you want."Louder," he said, "Tell me what you want. You'll have to tell me." He continued to tease, stroke, and manipulate. My knees were near buckling. "I want you inside me," I cried. "I want you to fill me up." My voice broke. With all the water, steam, sweat, and conditioner, he couldn't see that I was crying. I'm not sure I actually was, but I wanted to. Or at least I was trying to. I felt like I should be. "Where?" he said, insistent. "Anywhere," I sobbed. "Anywhere you want. Please!" "Cover me with the conditioner." Hands shaking, I did. I covered his chest. The key was gone. In his hand? When I got to his legs, I got on my knees and caressed his erect member, underneath, even in back where he had just (almost) penetrated me. I'd never done that before. I covered him everywhere. He guided my mouth to him. The conditioner tasted awful. I rinsed it off and tried to take all of him in; I began sliding back and forth. I had never done this for anyone else. I never really wanted to do it even for J, although I did. But I always thought it was so ... well ... unhygienic. Somehow the cleanliness of the shower made it all right this time. I continued to caress him with one hand, but my other hand slipped down to the device in me. I began to masturbate in someone else's presence for the first time in my life, although the device in me was a bit of a hindrance. I guess it's a male myth that penetration is somehow essential to the female orgasm. It's not. But it's kind of nice to be penetrated while having one. Anyway, he was too engrossed to notice what I was doing. |